They asked me, “Why are you so ugly?” To them, I implored, “Why do I have to be so pretty?”
the hunger in my gut, reaches into my heart, crawls through my veins, pushes into my brain, demands to be fed. more.
They asked me, “Why are you so ugly?” To them, I implored, “Why do I have to be so pretty?”
the hunger in my gut, reaches into my heart, crawls through my veins, pushes into my brain, demands to be fed. more.